Masuk(Chelsea's POV)My breath stopped the sooner I kept staring at the dance floor, staring past it and then I saw Leonard sitting at a table, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his forearms, relaxing in his chair like he was sitting on a throne.But that wasn't the part that hit me. It was the woman draped I've him, one leg crossed over his thigh and her fingers curled under his chin while she tilted his face towards hers. Her body was pressed into his side like she'd been there a hundred times and his hand rested on her knee.What the hell?Something inside me snapped so fast it stole the air from my lungs."Holy shit," Victor muttered. "Speak of the devil."I realized Victor had traced my gaze and found me staring at Leonard Grey across the room."Isn’t that Jessica?" He added."Jessica?" My voice sounded awful. "You… you know her?"He gave me a look like I just asked if the sky was blue. "Yeah. She’s been to the office plenty of times. Everyone knows something’s goi
(Chelsea's POV)The door handle turned and it felt like my nostrils had stopped collecting oxygen. Every muscle in my body snapped tight. Leonard’s hand was still around my waist and I realized the sudden doom I was about to face.He was coming in. Adrian was coming in. And any moment from now, he was going to see me in his father's room, wearing his father's t-shirt.Even if Leonard didn't have his hand wrapped around my waist, how was I going to begin to explain? There was no time to even run or hide.The handle moved another fraction."Wait!" Leonard barked.The handle froze."Uh… what?" Adrian asked from the other side.Leonard exhaled sharply, shoulders dropping an inch as he pinched the bridge of his nose before saying, "Don’t come in. I’m… I’m naked."I clamped a hand over my mouth. Naked? That was what he went with? How was that supposed to help the situation?Adrian made a disgusted sound. "Ew—what? Why?""Because," Leonard clenched his jaw. "I have someone in the room with m
(Leonard's POV)I'd messed up. I'd known it the moment I tried to take her home and I ended up having my mouth pressed against hers.This very girl had refused to get off my mind so much I wanted to believe there was something she was doing to me.A voodoo doll?No, don't be ridiculous, Leonard. Voodoo dolls are probably not related. But charms were.I didn't even know the start and the finish. Was it when I'd first met her that night and she left without saying goodbye? Before finishing what we'd gone to do? Or was it when I'd had sex with her and realized she was a virgin?I was supposed to stay away but I just couldn't. My dick would get hard every time I thought about her. Even when I saw her at the office after, it just made everything worse and I thought to clear my head at a bar but I guess the devil himself wanted to see me fall because she was right there too and a man was trying to sexually assault her so I couldn't just stand by and watch. I had to do something!But this gi
(Chelsea's POV)I didn't even have time to say no. He just pulled me away. He didn't stop until he was dragging me out of the club. I stared at his face all through, a hundred thousand thoughts crossing my mind at once.I was going to protest. I was going to say, "I can handle myself. Leave me alone." But my voice didn’t work.He dragged me through the crowd, out the club, past the bouncer, and onto the street until we reached a black SUV.Then he faced me and released me against his car where I rested my back and he trapped me against it by coming so close, so close that his cologne choked me. "What are you doing in a place like this dressed like that?"I looked down at myself. Yes, my dress was short but it wasn't nearly as short as the silver dress I wore at the party in Paris when he first took my virginity.And what was I supposed to wear to a club, some kind of wedding dress?Before waiting for me to utter a response, he attacked me with another question. "And what were you thin
(Chelsea's POV)After work, Victor stood by his car and waved me over. "Come on, you promised."I stood there a second, gripping my bag. I’d promised, yes. But I just hadn't expected I would have enough time to think twice about my decision. I was practically just exhausted.However, maybe it was too late to change my mind.Slowly, I climbed into the back seat, and that’s when I saw her.His girlfriend.A woman with soft curls brushing her shoulders and a warm smile which brightened up her features. She twisted in her seat, eyes bright with curiosity."You must be Chelsea." She said.Her voice was graceful and I could admit that she was beautiful. She reached over the seat to shake my hand and I noticed her nails were done. They were painted a perfect nude pink."I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Mara."Victor beamed as he sat behind the wheels and began to drive. "Yeah, she’s the one I told you about, babe. Mr Grey's new personal assistant.""Damn, she's so pretty." Mara giggled, cov
(Chelsea's POV)Two days passed since we left Paris, yet I still felt the warmth of his fingers on my skin and swore that I could still smell his cologne even in the bed I slept in at home like it haunted me.It was ridiculous.A whole night ago, I woke up gasping after a pathetic dream. Him pressing me against a wall again. His hand on my thigh, his mouth devouring mine. Everything had felt too real. Humiliation burned my skin when I woke up soaked between my legs because it made me feel even more pathetic. I’d cried afterward with my pillow pressed over my face and my head buried underneath.How could I still be thinking about him after what happened?When I nearly got fired?It was official. I was stupid.That morning I stared at myself in the mirror, tying my bun tighter. My mother in her hospital bed flashed before my eyes and I took in a deep breath.It would all be over soon.I got to work early and by the time half the day was gone, the smell of coffee sank into my lungs as I







